079 IT'S NOT OVER YET
There was no answer coming from the chaos. The haze clung thick, obscuring everything.
"Is he dead yet?"
"It's impossible to survive that," Freeland Veyran said confidently, brushing imaginary dust from his sleeves. "Not even Dan Dark could survive our all-out attack… that is the equivalent of a Rank D or perhaps even C attack."
He turned to the other heirs. "You see? That's the difference between pedigree and stupid arrogance."
They exchanged smirks and quiet high fives as the smoke began to thin.
But sothing was wrong.
A pulse rippled through the arena floor—soft at first, then sharper. The smoke shifted against an unseen current.
Crimson sparks began to glow from within the crater, faint at first, then flaring like veins of molten tal.
"Wait…" one of the students whispered, stepping back. "That… that's not over…"
Freeland froze mid-laugh.
From the ash, a silhouette stood—tall, unmoving. The glow traced up the figure's arms like living circuitry.
Dan Dark was still standing.
Dan's eyes flared as his scanner beeped.
"Armor: 65 — found you at last."
Dan found the weakness in the force field do.
In the next heartbeat, he vanished from sight— then reappeared in front of the shimring do.
BOOM!
His kick slamd into the force field like a thunderclap.
The air shuddered. Rippling lines of pressure spread across the translucent surface, spiderweb cracks branching outward from the point of impact.
For a mont the shield held— then it shattered.
The collapse exploded inward in a concussive wave. The challengers inside were thrown off their feet, tumbling like rag dolls as the ripple of kinetic energy echoed through the do's interior.
When the dust settled, Dan stood before them—alone, calm, and surrounded by the broken formation of his enemies.
They tried to rise.
"No one escapes from … from my bloody Hell
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